Tonight, I get to go play racquetball with some friends, and I'm pretty stoked to play; however, despite how eager I was to invite myself to play with them, I am now anticipating our game with some degree of trepidation. Mostly because of this short exchange between Jerry and I last night:
Me: "I'm really looking forward to playing racquetball tomorrow. I kick ass at that game and it's gonna be so much fun!"
Jerry: "You think you're gonna kick ass at it?"
Me (shrugging and thinking his question must be rhetorical -- don't I kick ass at everything?!):
"Yeah, I'll kick ass. I used to play ALL the time back in college."
Jerry has the decency to not say anything while I think about what I just said.
Pause continues...Simpsons episode is playing in the background...
Me: "Umm, but I guess I keep thinking that I was just in college. It seems like it was only a 'couple of years ago,' but I suppose, ummm, college was 10 years ago for me, wasn't it?"
He just laughed and said he was sure I'd do fine, but since that conversation, my confidence has been shaken -- could it be possible that I won't kick ass tonight? Yikes. I don't like to think of the implications!
Now, I think my racquetball raquet has about a decade's worth of dust to wipe off it, so I'd best go in search of it...it's probably buried beneath some Jewel CDs and "Friends" episodes I has on VHS.
Oh crap. I'm the one who's gonna get an ass kicking, aren't I?